Once I asked her if she wanted to bring the wolf to bed with us. I don’t mind, I said. It wouldn’t change anything between us. And she looked at me like she might say yes, like it might have been what she was waiting for, someone to pull back the coverlet and allow both her and her creature in, to love them both and not ask her to choose. She looked at me like I’d offered her everything. Catherynne M. Valente, from “The Red Girl" (Artist: "She Wolf" by Barbora-Klapalova)